This is a song about "Hours"

You think in my darkest hours

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Cause our hours are up,

Another 2 hours of time i consume

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Those seconds are precious like hours

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Flow every second you can catch me on the hours

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Those seconds are precious like hours

Better yet they work my every nerve

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Encased in scenes as i embrace the hours